I lied, the scholar is not a scholar, the beginning of autumn is not the beginning of autumn, the lover is not the lover, and he did not lose An Suisui that day. Only the rain in Jiangnan is real, and my love was also real.
There is no summer in An Suisui's memory, because the only impression of summer in her memory is that her boy married another girl in midsummer.
"Zhu Jiangyan, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River cannot keep you."
"Then will you come back and marry me?"
"Whether you are on the list or not, I will come back to marry you. Wait for me."
"I can't wait for you anymore, Zhu Jiangyan, I don't have another ten years left."
Intention: Maybe I really loved you in my previous life.